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Otherwise Unharmed

After Evan
Arden was imprisoned by the enemy for a year and a half, he returned from the
desert as a military hero.He’d suffered
some minor injuries during his captivity, was discharged from the Marines with
a touch of shellshock, but was considered otherwise unharmed.Now he wonders how he ended up where he is—incarcerated
in Chicago’s Metropolitan Correctional Center for using his sharpshooting
expertise to take out the neighborhood park with a high-powered sniper rifle and
multiple rounds of ammunition.

Lia
Antonio, the woman he rescued from the desert heat the previous year, is the only
person who can bring him out of his sleep-deprived psychosis and mounting PTSD.When she does, Evan knows he can’t just let
her go again.He’s never considered
leaving the business before—who retires from the mafia?—but he’s determined to
get both Lia and himself out of harm’s way.

Evan
faces overwhelming forces from multiple directions as a deal to get him out of
jail turns more dangerous than he imagined.With a mob war on the horizon and the feds holding evidence over his
head, Evan has no choice but to throw himself into the middle of another warzone.

In his
efforts to make things right, Evan crosses the wrong man and finds himself on
the business end of the crosshairs.With
his acute perception and intelligence, he tries to stay a step ahead of his
former co-workers, but this time, it isn’t just his own life on the line—he’s
got to protect Lia from the man who once called him son.

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I went over each and every
part—removing powder residue and deposits from the barrel and then lubricating
each piece with oil.I caressed the
smooth metal, and the touch of it in my hands wasn’t unlike touching Lia in the
way my mind calmed and focused on the task.When it was cleaned and oiled to my satisfaction, I began to assemble
it.

There was no way I could have
adequately expressed how I felt to have my Barrett in my possession again.I knew it made my fingers tingle to touch it
again, and my mind flashed through the many, many times I had fired the
weapon.I remembered handing over seven
thousand dollars—all the money I had at the time—just to be able to take it
with me when I left the Marines and never regretting leaving myself practically
penniless in the process.I could have
bought one on the street for less—government spending and all—but I wanted that one.

Though I never really referred
to it as a she or anything like that, if
my Barrett were a woman, I would definitely fuck her.

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